I walked in the door.  I said, "I'm home, Cheech (Chi-chi's one of our dogs)."    A rush of emotion swept through me.  "Thank God, I'm home." I've struggled with my house being my home since I moved here.  It was Jen's house before we met.  There's a lot of history in the house.  There's a lot of ego involve in my fighting making this house my home.  I create meaning that doesn't have to be there that keeps me away. A friend was telling me about the Samurai.  They are not allowed to … [Read more...]